And you ask, eyes narrowed with a hand hiding the sun;
What is this worth, why have you waited so long? Ambiguity in nature, your constant failing to see;
The fallacies you concede, in composition’s decree. A reverie for the lost, with hope for the fading;
Hallucinations for the weary, invitations on deaf ears. In plains of glistening blades, in woods of contorted trees;
Ever seeking the mystery, falling deeper into pain. Cleared the floor with the walls surrounding and failed to belong;
Gentle steps fall on granite halls, where were you all along? Cleared the floor with the walls surrounding and failed to belong;
Gentle steps fall on granite halls, where were you all along? Comfort in nature's silence, in its distinct lullaby;
Begin to feel nothing as the dark bruises the sky. All too difficult to foresee, all our promises now broken;
Never once expected this collapse, from the words that were misspoken. Despite what you may think, I don't need confirmation;
There is peace in abyss, renewal in aberration. Despite what is said, nothing yet has forbade it;
Pause and sing a song for the ones who never made it. Give caress to my bones, when my spirit starts to wilt;
The last thing I want is for you to feel guilt. Dislike for one's own look, scratching and tearing;
Problems run deeper, and this becomes overbearing. A book closed in your hand, you reach the top of the stairs;
A grim thought you grasp again, who will be your heirs? |
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